Every single time I get an email alert I think, "It's Agent Kate! With good news!"
This will continue for the next two weeks.
Does anybody else miss the Mayor? 'I just want to be a big snake.'
Xander ,'End of Days'
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
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Allyson - Oct 06, 2009 7:39:56 am PDT #2500 of 6690
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Amy - Oct 06, 2009 8:08:05 am PDT #2501 of 6690
Because books.
Have a drabble topic: ring.
Whatever that might mean to you.
Connie Neil - Oct 06, 2009 8:30:42 am PDT #2502 of 6690
brillig
Ring
I put a ring on his finger, but he couldn't wear it because he worked on heavy equipment. Then his health betrayed him, and he couldn't do that work any more.
He put on his wedding ring, and there it stays. Except in surgery, and he hands it to me before they wheel him away.
He regrets his hands going soft. A man has calluses from hard work. When he comes out of anesthesia, though, the first coherent thing he says is, "I love you, give me my ring."
Liese S. - Oct 06, 2009 3:59:45 pm PDT #2503 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww, connie.
Liese S. - Oct 06, 2009 4:00:16 pm PDT #2504 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
song
"Now would be a good time for anyone not a musician to leave the room. Or for any musician who values his hearing. Anyone not me, really."
It probably hadn't ever been done. The equipment was ancient, the sound man deaf. The proportions of the room were exactly, precisely wrong. And the gear got swapped out every week.
But it was time. We tore out the cables, labeled everything, taped it all down. Cleared the stage, tossed the trash, unearthed mysterious stashes of golf balls.
And rang out the system. The noise was shrill, but momentary.
Afterwards, the room sang.
Barb - Oct 06, 2009 5:12:00 pm PDT #2505 of 6690
“Not dead yet!”
Bah. Two more rejections. One from my former editor (although I was an inherited author, not one that she initially bought, so it's not a total shocker).
I want someone to buy my pretty book!
Amy - Oct 06, 2009 5:34:52 pm PDT #2506 of 6690
Because books.
Ugh, sorry, Barb.
Gud, you *didn't* fall off a ladder, right?
Liese S. - Oct 06, 2009 6:39:57 pm PDT #2507 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh, Barb, that's too bad. Your book is pretty! Someone will buy it!
Allyson - Oct 07, 2009 6:47:14 am PDT #2508 of 6690
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Sorry Barb, May the next email be a sale.
Liese S. - Oct 07, 2009 8:01:33 am PDT #2509 of 6690
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Drabble theme for today: blink ? How's that?